Thursday, March 09, 2006

Field Trip

One of the things that I love about my job is field trips...and not because of any extra money. First of all, it's always fun to take the kids to different places. Second of all---when it's to the library...I get to go online earlier in the day. That's where we went this morning.Not sure what's going on at church tonight. Thursday's are supposed to be prayer meeting night...the only time allowed for the deposed intercessory team to pray...which totally sucks. I mean, how can you PRAY for your pastors when they're sitting right there? It can be a little awkward sometimes. But it said in the bulletin something about video's being shown for the next three nights. Oookay...just how I want to spend my evenings! NOT!They've switched busses on me, I'm now driving Ed's bus and he has the spare bus --- apparently they've finally decided that 'hey, this bus can quit anytime anywhere so it's not safe to drive'---have they been listening to me?!?!?! And still...my first thought is..."OMG I'm driving the dorky looking bus." Sorry, but that was my first thought.Hoping to go up to Cliff's this weekend. I also hope Mom remembered to tell him we're coming.Ok...gotta go check email. :)

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Ciera, Mom didn't have to tell me. She told Dawn, who then told me. the other night, Mom called just to tell me, but it was too late, because Dawn had already told me. Come on, give my wonderful wife some credit. On another note though, I can't wait for you to get here. It's been too long.

OK OK, enough mushy sibling stuff. You know, I've never thought of that start it in neutral trick. I might have to try that sometime.

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